Upon hearing the other party's voice, Ren Feifan finally opened his eyes slowly.
What kind of gaze was that?
Slaughter.
Cold silence.
Mercilessness.
His gaze was like a sword, killing invisibly.
The entire world seemed to shift due to the opening of those eyes, filling with a chilling sensation.
The basement, which had been warm initially, suddenly became coated with layers upon layers of ice in that moment.
Countless ice crystals formed and fell.
The previously arrogant young man didn't dare to speak anymore and took several steps back.
His body trembled.
Helpless, he could only retreat to Luo Wuwei's side.
Luo Wuwei was his only support!
"Third Uncle, is this guy human or ghost? Why do I feel an icy chill crawling over me? You… please kill him for me…"
Luo Wuwei stared at the owner of those icy eyes, realizing that, at his realm, he couldn't discern the other's cultivation level at all.
